Should’ve posted this earlier but didn’t think of it 'til now. For the past two Saturdays, Angie and I got up early (before 6:30am) and headed out for the local DMV office for my road test. The first time was the morning of 20 April and arrived at the DMV at just before 7; they’re open 8:30 to 12:30 on Saturdays. As usual, we forgot a couple things. With DMVs cracking down on licenses, I had to provide two IDs so I had to go back home for a paystub. I also found out that they only do a certain number (25, IIRC) of road tests on Saturdays so we had to hurry home and back (about 10 min. each way) with the paystub. No problem. Because we had already been inside, we were able to bypass the line to get in. Good deal and a good thing too because as I was filling out the form I heard an annoucement over the PA that no more road tests were being done. OK, filled out the form and waited for my number. Number called, form processed, handed back and told to place form in basket, form placed in basket, wait for my name to be called. My name is called, turns out the clerk had forgotten to ask for the vehicle registration so Angie runs out to the car for the registration card. Now, with registration in hand, I wait for one of the testers to notice me so I can had them the card. Wait, wait, wait. Finally, one asks what I want and I’m able to hand over the card. Wait for my name to be called again. Name called, form signed, head out for car. Tester checks the lights: brake, left signal, right signal, emergency blinkers, headlights, left signal, right signal. Tester also checks the wipers, I guess because rain was expected that day. Tester gets in the car, has me make a circuit of the lot once then has me head for the exit. OK, out to the main road and turn right, then another right, and back to the DMV via the alley behind the gas station. The tester docked me for not coming a complete stop at the red light before turning right. WTF? I had to head back just because I didn’t come to a complete stop? Yeesh!
DMV, a week later. This time we get there at 7:30 and I’ve brought the resistration and a paystub with me. What? I can’t use the paystub, I need a second picture ID? Damn good thing I had the ID card made the last time I was there. Fill out the form and wait for my number. Number called, take form to clerk, this time the clerk asks for the registration. I hand it over to him and it turns out to be the wrong one. Angie runs out to the car for the current registration. Everthing’s fine now, form processed, handed back, told to place in the basket. Form placed in basket and wait for my name. Wait, wait, wait, while thinking, “Please don’t let it be the same jerk as last week!” Name called, I have a woman this time, and we head for the car. Same checks as last week sans the wipers. Tester gets in and we head straight for the exit, no tour of the lot this time. I have no idea where we went other than we made a complete circle through some main roads and some back roads. Instead of returing to the DMV, I’m told to park at the park next door. Yay, I passed!
This isn’t the first time I had a driver’s license, I had one in Louisiana when I was 16. No, the state didn’t revoke it, Dad did. But that’s another story and not as interesting. There’s also a reason I wanted my license now, somebody had to drive Angie to the bus stop so she could go up to Massachusetts for her brother’s wedding.